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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
the Human League,
CMW,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.