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 Malawi and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed to the crunk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.