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 Poland and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Main Source to the disco 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.