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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The Pop Group to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
Index,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.