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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Dave Clark Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.