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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
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 theremin 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
Index,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.