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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Q65,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.