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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Five Americans to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.