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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Monochrome Set to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.