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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Index,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.