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 Rwanda 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the funk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
Brick,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.