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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Zapp,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.