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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 In Retrospect to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.