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 Philippines and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Circle Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Monks,
Darondo,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.