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 Romania and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Metal Thangz to the funk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
X-101,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.