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 Ivory Coast and from New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 New Order to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova 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?
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
MC5,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.