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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
MC5,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
UT,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.