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 Malawi and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.