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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
Slave,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Television,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.