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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
Can,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.