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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Duran Duran to the dance 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.