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 India and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Franke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.