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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Audionom to the disco 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.