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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
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 guitar 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Faust,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Cameo,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.