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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q65,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.