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 Malta and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Q65,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.