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 Spain and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 oboe 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 Faust to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
CMW,
X-101,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
cv313,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
Q65,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.