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 Greece and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-101 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Jandek,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
JFA,
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Scion,
10cc,
OOIOO,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.