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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.