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 Brazil and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.