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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugs to the electroclash 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
MDC,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.