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 South Africa and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Iggy Pop to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
Nas,
Organ,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.