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 Burkina and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
The Move,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.