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 Libya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Josef K to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.