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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kayak to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
Excepter,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.