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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ossler to the punk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
ABC,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.