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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 John Holt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Rekid,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.