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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Reagan Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Model 500,
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.