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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Robert Görl to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.