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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 The Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.