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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
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 marimba 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.