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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
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 marimba 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 Supertramp to the rock 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.