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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Ronan to the punk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.