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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.