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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
The Monks,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.