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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 The Litter to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.