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 Mexico and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Nils Olav to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
Roxette,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
The Saints,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
This Heat,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.