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 Vietnam and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Move to the rap 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
The Dead C,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Smog,
JFA,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.