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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Sheep to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.