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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 F. McDonald to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
June of 44,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.