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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.