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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
L. Decosne,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.