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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Babytalk to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
cv313,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.