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 Kenya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.