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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Detroit Cobras to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
Franke,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.