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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.