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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.