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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
The Knickerbockers,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.