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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June Days to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Brick,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.