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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Misunderstood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Organ,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Franke,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.