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 Benin and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dawn Penn to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.