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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Suburban Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
Nico,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.