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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joey Negro to the crunk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.