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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.