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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bill Near to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.