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 Albania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Whodini,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.