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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lungfish to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.