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 Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Can,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.