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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Shoche to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.