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 Congo and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.