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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
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 Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Names to the crunk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.