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 Panama and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Angels of Light to the jazz 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Q65,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.