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 Iraq and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.