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 Cameroon and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cramps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
Skriet,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
Index,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.