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 Ireland and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visage to the jazz 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.