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 Maldives and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.