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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.