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 Russia and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Modern Lovers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.