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 Angola and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Fear to the grime 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.