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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.