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 Laos and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.