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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Dawn Penn to the rap 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.