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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Yaz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
MDC,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Gong,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.