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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Severed Heads to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.