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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
Organ,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.