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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Blake Baxter to the funk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Nico,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
X-101,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.