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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 ABBA to the rock 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
JFA,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.