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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
Ituana,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.