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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 rhodes 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 Von Mondo to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
Ten City,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.