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 Uganda and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Duran Duran to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Gories,
Nas,
Scion,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
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Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.