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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Move to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Whodini,
Kayak,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.