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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers to the rap 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.