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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
Warsaw,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.