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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Graham Central Station to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Pylon,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.