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 Korea South and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
Godley & Creme,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Skaos,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.