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 Guinea and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.