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 Serbia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Dawn Penn to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.