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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
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 synthesizer 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 Bill Near to the grime 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.