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 Taiwan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Scion,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.