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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Fad Gadget to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
Organ,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.