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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
DNA,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.