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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Drexciya to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.