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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Supertramp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.