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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
the Association,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.