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 Yemen and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Zero Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Scientists,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.