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 Senegal and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
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 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.