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 Burundi and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.