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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.