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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.