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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Ituana,
Little Man,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.