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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Stooges to the rap 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.