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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.