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 Brunei and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Japan,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.