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 Switzerland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Sandy B to the dance 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.