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 Estonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sixth Finger to the funk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.