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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Organ to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.