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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.