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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.