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 Iceland and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Ice-T to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
Index,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June Days,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.