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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Motorama to the grime 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
The Litter,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.