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 Romania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 JFA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.