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 Philippines and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.