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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 Woodstock and Halifax.
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 harpsichord 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
Ronan,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.