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 Argentina and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Harmonia to the crunk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.