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 Nauru and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
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 güiro 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 U.S. Maple to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
OOIOO,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.