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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Excepter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sparks,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.