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 Portugal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
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 synthesizer 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 Gang of Four to the funk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.