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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wire to the punk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
Ludus,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.