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 Maldives and from Bologna.
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 London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camouflage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
MDC,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.