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 Brazil and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buzzcocks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Monks,
June Days,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
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.