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 Korea South and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.