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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Moby Grape to the rock 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.