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 the UAE and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Rosa Yemen to the rap 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer 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 Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.