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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.