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 Chile and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Magazine to the techno 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.