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 Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Wings,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.