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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
New Order,
Franke,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.