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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Youth Brigade to the techno 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.