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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
Visage,
June Days,
Nas,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
X-101,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
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.