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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
Section 25,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.