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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Pop Group to the jazz 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Wings,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.