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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Delta 5 to the rap 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
Can,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.