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 Belarus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Schoolly D to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.