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 Belize and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.