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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pantaleimon 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
MDC,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.