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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New York Dolls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.