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 Ecuador and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Erasure to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
Second Layer,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
Q65,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.