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 Grenada 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 The Evens to the punk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.