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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
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,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Rakim,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.