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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Standells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
Q65,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.