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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Sandy B to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Q65,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.