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 Samoa and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
the Association,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.