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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
June Days,
Television,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
The Human League,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.