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 South Sudan and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Motorama to the techno 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Neu!,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.