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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '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 Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.