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 Zambia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.