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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Donald Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach 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 crunk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.