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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Agent Orange to the disco 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-101,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.