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 South Africa and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
Intrusion,
X-102,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
Nas,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.