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 Italy and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Adolescents 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Swans,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
AZ,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.