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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Aural Exciters to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Wire,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.