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 Norway and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Con Funk Shun to the rock 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.