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 Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.