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 Austria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Crime,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.