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 Maldives and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Scan 7 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.