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 Angola and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Excepter to the rap 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
The Busters,
John Holt,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
Organ,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.