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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Desert Stars to the crunk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.