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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Massinfluence to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Faust,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.