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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers 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?
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.