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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
Sparks,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.