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 Bangladesh 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.