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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Skaos 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.