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 Latvia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.