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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Evens to the grime 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.