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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Khruangbin to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Index,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.