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 Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Pussy Galore to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
Franke,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.