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 Lesotho and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Sugar Minott to the rap 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
Pole,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.