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 Taiwan 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.