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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 The Residents to the jazz 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
This Heat,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
Lalann,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.