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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Index,
MDC,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
DNA,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.