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 Australia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Evens to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories 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?
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Associates,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.