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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Brass Construction to the grunge 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.