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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fatback Band to the funk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
The Busters,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.