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 Malawi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 The Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
Unwound,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.