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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Faraquet to the rap 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
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.