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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
Fear,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.