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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Suburban Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.