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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rock 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
The Invisible,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.