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 South Africa and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Marine Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Busters,
Jandek,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.