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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.