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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Standells to the grime 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
Q65,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.