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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
Gong,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.