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 Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 John Cale to the funk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
AZ,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
The Sound,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.