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 Chile and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler 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 dance 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
Franke,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.