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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 the Fania All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.