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 Russia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The United States of America to the jazz 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Monks,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.