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 Iceland and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erykah Badu to the dance 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
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Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
AZ,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.