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 Estonia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
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 linndrum 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 Lyres to the crunk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
The Gories,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.