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 Armenia and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Japan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.