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 Angola and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Interpol,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Model 500,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.