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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
Smog,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
Section 25,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.