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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Procol Harum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.