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 Greece and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Mantronix to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.