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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
The Names,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
EPMD,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.