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 Uganda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Interpol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.