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 Botswana and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lalann to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
The Index,
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
MC5,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.