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 Liberia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 The Divine Comedy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Franke,
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Oneida,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.