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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
John Cale,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.