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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the punk 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.