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 Philippines and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Popol Vuh to the dance 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
June Days,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.