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 Cyprus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Index,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.