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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Von Mondo to the crunk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.