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 Mongolia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
June Days,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish,
UT,
Q65,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.