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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Q65 to the funk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
AZ,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.