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 Suriname and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
Skaos,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.