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 Mali and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
DNA,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.