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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-101 to the jazz 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.