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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 OOIOO to the dance 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.