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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
Mars,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.