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 Italy and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 John Lydon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.