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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.