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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.