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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funky Four + One to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.