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 United Kingdom and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.