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 Venezuela and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fat Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gastr Del Sol,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
the Germs,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.