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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Tremeloes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.