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 Tunisia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
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 snare 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 Michelle Simonal to the funk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.