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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Hill to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
Darondo,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.