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 Zambia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Index,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
The Names,
Joy Division,
Can,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.