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 Laos and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Scratch Acid to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
The Remains,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
Slave,
Ronan,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.