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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mummies to the grime 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
Television,
Moebius,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.