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 Botswana 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bad Manners to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Pole,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.