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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Y Pants to the grime 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.