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 Mexico and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Adolescents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.