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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New York Dolls to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
The Evens,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.