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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
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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.