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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harry Pussy to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
Ronan,
Shoche,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.