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 Benin and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 John Cale to the funk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
John Holt,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.