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 Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
The Toasters,
UT,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.