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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.