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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.