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 New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 R.M.O. to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
Ossler,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.