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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smog to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.