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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang of Four to the dance 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
June of 44,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.