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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Arab on Radar to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
CMW,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.