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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Smiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Q65,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.