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 Philippines and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quantec to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Japan,
Echospace,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.