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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Sister Nancy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.