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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
DNA,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.