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 Yemen and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Unwound 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.