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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Hashim,
Oneida,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.