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 Belarus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funky Four + One to the dance 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.