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 Suriname and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 E-Dancer to the rap 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
Flipper,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Pylon,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
UT,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.