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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Rod Modell to the grunge 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Slave,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.