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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 New York Dolls to the dance 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.