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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.