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 Ireland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jandek to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Bill Wells,
Ten City,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Swans,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.