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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Make Up to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.