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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
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 Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Franke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
X-101,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.