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 St Lucia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.