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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Bang On A Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kayak,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.