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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harry Pussy to the funk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.