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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.