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 Korea North and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.