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 Netherlands and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
Sparks,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
Pylon,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.