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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kurtis Blow 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.