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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
The Names,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.