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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
The Index,
The Busters,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.