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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.