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 Congo and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Accadde A to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Green,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
UT,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
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Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.