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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
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 Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Rotary Connection to the rock 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
Index,
X-102,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Suicide,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.