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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.