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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Scott Walker to the disco 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.