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 Kiribati and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.