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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Negative Approach to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Smog,
CMW,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.