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 Mauritania 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Harmonia to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Swans,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.