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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.