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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
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 Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rod Modell to the funk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.