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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.