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 Romania and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Ten City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
New Order,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.