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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
Television,
Audionom,
The Count Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.