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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Wings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.