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 Oman and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alton Ellis to the techno 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.