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 Liberia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.