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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Moby Grape to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
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Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.