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 Mexico and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
Main Source,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.