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 Andorra and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Golliwogs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.