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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wally Richardson to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.