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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sister Nancy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.