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 Belgium and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
Swans,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
Rakim,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Hashim,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.