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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 John Coltrane to the grunge 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.