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 Lithuania 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mad Mike to the crunk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
ABC,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.