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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 the Slits to the jazz 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.