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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
World's Most,
the Normal,
10cc,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.