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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Surgeon 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.