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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.