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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Pus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.