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 South Sudan 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Quantec 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
Wings,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.