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 Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Skriet 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.