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 Andorra 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Donald Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.