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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Scan 7 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
PIL,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.