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 St Lucia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.