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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flipper to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.