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 Chad and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Gang Starr to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
Can,
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.