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 Suriname and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Blancmange to the jazz 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.