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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Cecil Taylor to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.