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 Austria and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Country Teasers to the rap 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.