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 Georgia and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Sound,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.