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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.