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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.