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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.