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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.