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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Simply Red to the rap 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
10cc,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.