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 Niger 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.