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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.