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 Rwanda and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
MDC,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.