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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Thompson Twins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
The Birthday Party,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.