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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.