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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
The Human League,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
June Days,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.