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 Zimbabwe and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.