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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.