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 Hungary and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
Unwound,
Japan,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.