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 Palau and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102,
Lyres,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.