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 Namibia and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Section 25,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Japan,
Sparks,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
EPMD,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.