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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Nils Olav to the crunk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.