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 Brunei and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Technova,
Black Moon,
Can,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.