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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Christie to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Can,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.