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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.