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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Excepter to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Organ,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.