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 Ukraine and from London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Darondo to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.