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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Wings,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.