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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 U.S. Maple to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q65,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
Chrome,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.