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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Grauzone to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
Subhumans,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Rakim,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.