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 China and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Little Man,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.