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 Lithuania and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.