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 Colombia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the punk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.