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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fat Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
Smog,
Massinfluence,
UT,
Moebius,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.