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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.