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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
EPMD,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Brick,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.