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 Maldives and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pere Ubu to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Pylon,
World's Most,
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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.