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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Nico to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.