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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.