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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 World's Most to the disco 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains,
Index,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.