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 Malaysia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.