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 Cuba and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
Television,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
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.