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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.