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 Armenia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 The Fortunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.