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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
Quadrant,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
DNA,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.