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 Botswana and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Slave,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Essential Logic,
Television,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.