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 Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Malaria! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
June Days,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.