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 Canada and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.