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 Chad and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 PIL to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Wings,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.