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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pere Ubu 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.