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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Ken Boothe to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
10cc,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.