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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Connie Case to the grime 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
The Index,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.