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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mantronix to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.