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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
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 Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.