Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Chrome to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Names. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.