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 Japan and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.