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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stetsasonic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.