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 Algeria and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
Slave,
Faraquet,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
Jandek,
Symarip,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.