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 Croatia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Moby Grape to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
Make Up,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.