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 Botswana and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 techno 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.