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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '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 Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Skriet,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.