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 Uruguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.