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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.