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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Skaos,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.