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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Skaos,
ABBA,
MC5,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.