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 Turkey and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.