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 Chile and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.