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 Australia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 The Durutti Column to the jazz 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.