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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.