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 New Zealand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
10cc,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
John Cale,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.