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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scan 7 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.