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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.