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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
Television,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.