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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
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 Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Porter Ricks to the punk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.