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 Jamaica 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.