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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-101 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.