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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 D'Angelo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
Technova,
Neil Young,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
Television,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
UT,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
Hoover,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.