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 Eritrea and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Juan Atkins 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.