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 Serbia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Audionom to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.