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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.