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 Chad and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kas Product to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.