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 Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Nas,
Aswad,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.