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 Comoros and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.