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 Venezuela and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.