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 Ireland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Raincoats to the grime 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.