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 Honduras and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Starr to the funk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.