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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 LL Cool J to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.