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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.