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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
ABC,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Ronan,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.