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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
Nico,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.