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 Burundi and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
MDC,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.