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 Canada and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
MC5,
10cc,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Scion,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Monolake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
Q65,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
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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.