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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Supertramp to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
the Normal,
MC5,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
UT,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.