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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
Drexciya,
Japan,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
Roxette,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.