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 Barbados and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Maurizio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
Monks,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.