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 Nauru and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.