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 Argentina and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jerry Gold Smith 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.