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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Shoche,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.