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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Panda Bear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.