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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bob Dylan to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.