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 Chile and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 DJ Style to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Television,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
Monks,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.