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 Australia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Main Source,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.