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 Greece and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Audionom to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.