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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.