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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.