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 Malawi and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
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 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 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 Marc Almond to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.