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 Honduras 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.