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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rites of Spring to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.