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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Oblivians to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
Slave,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.