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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.