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 Lithuania 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis 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?
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Lyres,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.