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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Grauzone to the grime 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rakim,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Whodini,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.