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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Anthony Braxton to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.