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 South Africa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kinks 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.