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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
Can,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.