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 London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Wings,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.