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 Iraq and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alton Ellis to the techno 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.