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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Fear,
Ponytail,
cv313,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.