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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
the Association,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.