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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.