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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 This Heat to the rock 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
Can,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.