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 Haiti and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the disco 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
DNA,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Unwound,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.