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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Henry Cow to the grime 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
Japan,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.