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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 K-Klass to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Ludus,
The Sound,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
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.