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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Faust,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Crime,
Magma,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.