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 Morocco and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 The Moleskins to the crunk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.