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 Morocco and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 ABC 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
The Doors,
cv313,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.