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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the jazz 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.