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 Chile and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Japan,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Smog,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.