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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.