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 Sweden and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Sun Ra 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Roxette,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.