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 Norway and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Subhumans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
the Association,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.