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 Palau 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 In Retrospect to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.