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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.