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 Belgium and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camberwell Now to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
ABBA,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.