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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Can to the disco 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Franke,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.