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 Madagascar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive 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?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
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Josef K,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.