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 Nauru and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
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.