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 Libya and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Tomorrow to the dance 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.