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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.