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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pierre Henry to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.