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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ohio Players to the jazz 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
X-102,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.