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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 cv313 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
Fear,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.