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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 AZ to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Can,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.