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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 The Young Rascals to the crunk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Wire,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.