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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Accadde A to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.