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 Azerbaijan and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Count Five to the electroclash 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gories,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.