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 Barbados and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 10cc to the funk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.