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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q65 to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
MC5,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.