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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
The Associates,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.