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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 In Retrospect to the crunk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.