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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Parrish to the rock 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.