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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.