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 South and from Philadelphia.
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 Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dark Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.