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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q and Not U to the funk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.