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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.