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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pantytec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
Deakin,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.