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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sandy B to the grunge 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.