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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Rites of Spring to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.