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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q65,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
10cc,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.