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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Infiniti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.