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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Dual Sessions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
JFA,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.