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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Organ,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.