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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
The Fugs,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.