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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Massinfluence to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.