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 Yemen and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the dance 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.