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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiohead to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
Index,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.