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 Georgia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Das Ding to the funk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.