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 Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
X-102,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.