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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.