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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Count Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.