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 Senegal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Schoolly D to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
Magazine,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.