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 Honduras and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
the Human League,
Erasure,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.