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 East Timor and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
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 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 Cybotron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
the Germs,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.