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 Romania and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fania All-Stars to the grunge 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.