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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
CMW,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.