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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Moby Grape,
Unwound,
Cameo,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
Quando Quango,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.