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 Belize and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.