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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Tubeway Army 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.