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 Mexico and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Ten City to the rock 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.