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 Thailand and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Yaz to the punk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.