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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
The Evens,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.