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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Inner City,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
X-102,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.