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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the disco 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Main Source,
DNA,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.