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 Germany and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
Wings,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
cv313,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.