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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.