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 Japan and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pantytec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.