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 Philippines and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Agitation Free 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Organ,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Faust,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.