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 Mauritius 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 The Music Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.