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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Magazine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.