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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mark Hollis to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.