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 Laos and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 organ 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
The Victims,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.