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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.