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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.