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 Fiji and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Remains to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.