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 Libya and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.