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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Stooges to the techno 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Index,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.