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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 The Pretty Things to the grime 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Heaven 17,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.