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 Tajikistan 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Prince Buster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Index,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.