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 Andorra 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy 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?
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
X-102,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Yaz,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.