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 Latvia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.