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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
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 Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Porter Ricks to the disco 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.