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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultra Naté to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.