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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
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 linndrum 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.