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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rotary Connection to the punk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.