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 Belgium and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.