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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
DNA,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.