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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 The Index to the funk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.