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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
AZ,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.